This many things make one of these
Jun. 29th, 2012 05:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceThe attentive among you will remember that my wonderful huge Mission oak desk comes complete with cat-flaps.
For the inattentive among you, here's a reminder, as one of them is put to its proper purpose:
Sadly, since that day the desk has grown increasingly cluttered, the cat-flaps have been slid out of the way, and I had never found another use for them. Indeed, I had almost - almost! - forgotten they were there.
Until today.
Much of yesterday was spent in decluttering the desk, recabling the computer and all its parts, getting everything sorted; much of the point of this was that phrase I can never remember, that means cat-vacuuming, distracting oneself with frivolous activities from more urgent matters - displacement activity, that's the phrase. See, I almost remembered one half of it there...
Anyway, point is, I have things to do that I have been putting off, my UK taxes not least among 'em; and I do absolutely do need to get them done. So I was going to push my keyboard firmly aside on this newly-cleared desk, engage calculator, and sort through a million receipts in the cramped space available.
Then I remembered the cat-flaps.
Turns out - once again, this isn't news, it's just another of things I always forget - that I do actually quite enjoy methodical processes when I have a system and I'm not feeling confined.
with the cat-flaps deployed, I can stack receipts on the right-hand flap, pick them up one by one, perform calculations and convey them to the left-hand flap, and yay. Job done. (Well, so far, half the job is done, but hey. Pressure's off.)
In other methodical news, I have started working through a short story with the purpose of getting it ready for Kindling. I'm thinking I'll put a few up at the $0.99 price-point and see if anyone bites. Tho' I have no idea yet what to do about covers. (This is all part of a longer-term project to have all my preservable fiction eventually available. There's a place a few miles from here called Story Road, which I think of as the project's overall title, and I would quite like to stand in the middle of the freeway and take photos of the roadsign, but I have a wife these days and she reacts not well to such notions, so...)
For the inattentive among you, here's a reminder, as one of them is put to its proper purpose:
Sadly, since that day the desk has grown increasingly cluttered, the cat-flaps have been slid out of the way, and I had never found another use for them. Indeed, I had almost - almost! - forgotten they were there.
Until today.
Much of yesterday was spent in decluttering the desk, recabling the computer and all its parts, getting everything sorted; much of the point of this was that phrase I can never remember, that means cat-vacuuming, distracting oneself with frivolous activities from more urgent matters - displacement activity, that's the phrase. See, I almost remembered one half of it there...
Anyway, point is, I have things to do that I have been putting off, my UK taxes not least among 'em; and I do absolutely do need to get them done. So I was going to push my keyboard firmly aside on this newly-cleared desk, engage calculator, and sort through a million receipts in the cramped space available.
Then I remembered the cat-flaps.
Turns out - once again, this isn't news, it's just another of things I always forget - that I do actually quite enjoy methodical processes when I have a system and I'm not feeling confined.
with the cat-flaps deployed, I can stack receipts on the right-hand flap, pick them up one by one, perform calculations and convey them to the left-hand flap, and yay. Job done. (Well, so far, half the job is done, but hey. Pressure's off.)
In other methodical news, I have started working through a short story with the purpose of getting it ready for Kindling. I'm thinking I'll put a few up at the $0.99 price-point and see if anyone bites. Tho' I have no idea yet what to do about covers. (This is all part of a longer-term project to have all my preservable fiction eventually available. There's a place a few miles from here called Story Road, which I think of as the project's overall title, and I would quite like to stand in the middle of the freeway and take photos of the roadsign, but I have a wife these days and she reacts not well to such notions, so...)